I am in a room. There is a group of others. Their presence is like people, but their appearance is like African masks and sculptures, brightly colored mostly. We are painting. I am painting the group in a sort of circular arrangement. We have met before and become acquainted and talked.

I am in the teacher role, I think. There is a large African woman who is like a vessel. She is saying she hates or very much dislikes the appreciation of crudeness that some of our group has expressed.

I understand her view but also understand the other view. We have to make room for variety. I say that I’m putting her in the front of my painting. I say that one other being is not here this time, that I will not be able to include her in my painting--oh, well.

Somewhere in my dreaming there is a discussion or thinking about the difference between art that is a process of the here and now--letting the materials work together in a spontaneous way--and planning and then executing a work.